Where twilight lingers, you remain,
A spark that warms the night again.
No shadow dares, no silence grows,
Where beauty like your presence flows.

The roses hush, the moon delays,
It holds the hours in gentle haze.
The world itself forgets to move,
And stays to guard the light you prove.

The ivy leans where shadows fall,
It guards your grace against the wall.
The night grows mild, the silence deep,
And keeps the glow it longs to keep.